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Subject: {ASSM} STORY : A Matter of Perspective (F/M, M/M, NC, Anal)
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A Matter of Perspective (F/M, M/M, NC, Anal)
Copyright (C) by Stone-D 2001
This story is a 'quickie' that I spat out on the spur of the moment.
Tell me what you think. ;)
As usual, this story belongs to me, etc., etc. Don't change it other
than formatting, don't publish without my permission, don't bugger the
neighbour's dog. Its not nice.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! GET AWAY FROM ME!" shouted Kevin desperately. "GET
THE FUCK AWAY FROM... GAAH! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!? WHAT ARE...
AAAAAARRRRRGGHHH!"
"Look, this is really annoying. How are we supposed to do this with him
screaming and yelling like that?" said a voice exasperatedly. "I mean,
can't we just quieten him down somewh - "
"HELP! HEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLPPP MEEEEEEAAAARRGGGHHHHH!"
"Okay then, Beth," said a second voice. "Why don't you and Francis hold
him down and I'll have a go?"
"Keith, sometimes I worry about you. I wish we still had some kind of
lubrication we could use though."
"Well we bloody well don't, so just give it a good shove! I doubt he'll
complain any much more than he already has, do you?"
"Oh, will you two quit yapping, my arms are getting tired!" said
Francis from the other end of the bed.
Beth muttered something beneath her breath, then moved back into
position. "Keith, spread 'em a bit wider would you?"
"What? Christ, what am I? A goddamn acrobat? Besides, that'd split 'im
in two!"
"I told you we'd need the clamps. What did I say? I said, 'Perhaps we
sh - '"
"Oh, shut up Franky," sighed Beth.
Kevin's day had not gone particularly well thus far. From what he could
recall, he had fallen asleep the previous night after his usual cup of
tea in the evening. The next thing he knew, he woke up in some kind of
van, strapped to a narrow cot. A short time later, he was bundled out
and restrapped to a different cot, then pushed into some manner of
building, up a lift, through several passages and rooms until he was
where he was now.
Then the horrors began.
The three who were around him now had shown up then, pushing something
on wheels that sounded like a broken supermarket trolley. Kevin had
tried to discover what had happened, where he was and what was being
done to him - but no one answered, they had simply talked amongst
themselves as if he weren't even in the room. Even screaming hadn't
helped, though it did seem to spark some kind of reaction from them. It
had spurred them to use greater speed in whatever they were planning.
First, the two men had stripped him of all his clothes. That didn't
bode well at all. Then the one called Beth had readjusted his arm
straps so that they were stretched out in front of him and then placed
some kind of hard mass beneath his hips, forcing him into a seriously
unnerving position. Quite uncomfortable. But did they care? Of course
not. Beth then released the straps holding his legs then placed a new
strap about his waist. That gave him the opportunity to cause trouble
with his feet, but that soon stopped when Keith grabbed a hold of his
ankles and Francis held down his shoulders to stop him from twisting
around.
And then Beth the strap artist had become Beth the torturer.
"Is that gonna fit?" came Francis' voice, sounding dubious.
"Well its a damn sight preferable to the other one," said Keith.
"What other one?"
There was an ominous silence.
"Oh."
"Right, I'm set. You ready Franky? Keith?" said Beth.
"Yeah."
"Hurry up will you?"
"Right."
Kevin didn't like this new silence one little bit. In fact, he was
beginning to... he suddenly felt something prodding around between his
asscheeks. "HEY! WHAT THE FUCK? OI! FUCK OFF!"
Beth sighed. "Franky, can't you just clamp your hand on his mouth, stop
him yelling? Its puttin me off!"
"Tried that. Bugger bit me."
"Well... grab that, shove it in his mouth, THEN put your hand over."
"Oh, okay. I didn't see that."
"NO! I DON'T WANNMMMFMMFMMMFMFFFPHHHH!!!!! FUCK OFFFPPPPHHH!!!"
"Now, that's better," said Beth approvingly. "MARTIN! YOU UP THERE?"
she suddenly shouted.
"Yeah. What? And quit shouting, I can hear you just find. You and Jimbo
there," came a tinny voice over a speaker.
"Put some music on would you?"
"What you want? Michael Jackson? Mwahahaha!" cackled Martin.
"God's sake Marty, you know what Beth likes."
"Yeah, yeah. Couldn't resist. Sorry."
Shortly, the eerie sound of Ice Cube drifted through the speakers,
complaining, as usual, about life as a black man.
This didn't help Kevin's mood at all. Visions of brawny black youths
doing unspeakable things to white child-rapists in prison cells raced
through his mind, together with horrifying recollections of rumours
involving black men and the term 'hung like a horse'.
Kevin tried to scream, but it came out as a muffled groan through the
gag that had been rammed in his mouth.
"Hey, good choice Martin. That's one of my favourites," said Beth.
"Right, lets get this done."
Kevin felt that cold, rubbery feeling again as the prodding restarted,
as something nosed around between his cheeks. Then what felt like a
rubber hand was placed on his backside as that something began push at
his ringpiece, trying to pierce that one orifice in his whole body that
he most certainly did not want anything entering.
The pain increased incrementally as the pressure built up... and then
something tore. He tried to shift his body, to buck it off and snap the
straps somehow. Kick someone at least. His yelling continued uselessly
into the gag, his body squirming and writhing on the bed.
"Francis?" enquired Beth.
"Alright, alright," he muttered.
Kevin sensed someone moving, then an enormous weight was forcing him
down onto the bed. He stopped writhing and gritted his teeth, tears
streaming down his face.
"Cheers," said Beth.
The pressure increased again, then Kevin felt a tremendous jolt as
whatever it was popped inside past the sphincter with a tearing
sensation. Movement immediately ceased... Moments later, he felt
something else. Something equally if not more disturbing. A slim,
pliant object was being inserted alongside, past the sphincter and up
his rear.
Then the first object was pulled back out slowly, and Kevin felt a huge
amount of relief. All of a sudden, he felt another jolt, the shock of
which drove him to stillness, as the object was suddenly rammed forward
with speed until it stopped again, much deeper than before. A fresh
bout of twisting and squirming did him no good at all, instead it
exasperated the sensations coming from his lower half. His mind started
to fade as shock set in. He imagined he was back home, sitting by the
fire and watching the...
Liquid fire was gushing inside his ass. It felt like boiling oil as it
assaulted the sensitive nerves in his anal tract. The agony was
excruciating, he wanted to scream, to yell, to screech profanities. But
the gag disallowed it. Another round of violent twisting was
immediately aborted when he felt the burning liquid inside him start to
slosh. The pain was unbearable, it was a nightmare of... he passed out.
"Now what?" asked Beth.
"He's out. Caput. He's unconscious!" exclaimed Keith.
"Oh crap. Not another one! Shit!" swore Beth.
"Can't we just wake - "
"No, we can't. You should know that by now. We daren't risk it. The
bastard puts a different chemical in there each time, so we have no
idea what effect drugs will have on them."
"How many is it now, anyway?" asked Francis.
"Seven, I think. We're not the only one's dealing with these cases.
There was one last night as well, but we haven't seen that one,"
replied Beth.
"Cops have anything yet?" asked Keith.
"Nah." Beth shook her head, as she stripped off the latex gloves.
"Still at a loss."
"M.O. still the same?"
"Yeah. Salesman, suit, well dressed, well mannered. Invited in for a
drink, talks business, drugs the Joe with a cocktail of LSD and some
sleep inducer."
"And then he sticks a present up their arse and seals up their
ringpiece with superglue?"
"Yup."
"Sick fuck."
"Yup." Beth sighed. "Well, guys. Clean up. Move him back to the ward,
we'll have another go tomorrow."
"You doin' anything later?" asked Keith.
"What, you feelin' lonely?" smiled Beth.
"He's always lonely," snorted Francis as he disposed of the catheter.
"Well, how about it Beth?" Keith pressed.
"Tough luck, Keith. I've got a date." Beth grinned.
"Awww, shit. Since when?"
"Never you mind. Anyway, gotta rush. See you guys in the morning."
"Yeah, see ya."
The End.
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